Yesterday my mum suggested I had a plan for the day.
My plan began “wake up at 12:00”. Amazingly I woke up at 11.59. I rested a little. I made tea. Tea tastes very bland at the moment.
I showered. I found a clean Morrissey T shirt. I put on slightly stale trackers.
I gathered a load of laundry and taxid down the motorway to the laundry. Then I got the driver to take me to the upscale stupor market. I bought gin for my party animal neighbour who helped me during Covid.
I drank fresh orange juice and sicked it back up again. I made prawn ravioli.
I stayed in most of the day. I showed Mike my Heyder Aliev centre bag.
Nights is listening to RTÉ.
